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 States and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.