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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
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.