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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.