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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.