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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.