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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.