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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Franke,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.