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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.