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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.