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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
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.