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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.