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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.