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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.