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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 New Order to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.