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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Section 25,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
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.