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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.