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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Monks,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.