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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.