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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
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.