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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
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.