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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.