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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.