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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.