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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.