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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
The Names,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.