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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Names,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.