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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
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.