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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
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.