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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Brick,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Move,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.