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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scientists to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.