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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.