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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.