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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.