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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.