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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Nico,
ABC,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.