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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Pagans,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.