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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.