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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.