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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.