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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.