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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.