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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.