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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
The Fall,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
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.