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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Magma,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.