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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.