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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Q65,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.