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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
June Days,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.