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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.