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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.