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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.