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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.