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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Monks,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.