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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
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.