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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.