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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.