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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.