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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.