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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.