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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.