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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.