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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.