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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.