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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.