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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.