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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.