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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.