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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.