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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.