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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.