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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 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?
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.