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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.