Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.