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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Doors,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
10cc,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.