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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Can,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.