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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.