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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.