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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Interpol,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.