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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
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.