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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
New Order,
UT,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
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.