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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.