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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.