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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.