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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
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.