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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.