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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
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.