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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
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.