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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.