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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Last Poets,
Ten City,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
cv313,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.