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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.