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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.