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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.