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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Steve Hackett 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.