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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
the Swans,
Television,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.