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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.