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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.