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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.