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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.