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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.