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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.