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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
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.