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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.