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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
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.