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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.