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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
June Days,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Can,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.