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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.