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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.