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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.