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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scratch Acid 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?
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
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.