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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.