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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Faust,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.