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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Wire,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.