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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.