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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.