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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.