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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Magma,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.