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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.