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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.