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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.