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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.