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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.