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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.