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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Index,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.