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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Visage,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.