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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.