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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.