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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
cv313,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.