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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.