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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.