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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.