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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Gong,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.