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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.