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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.