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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
PIL,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.