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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.