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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.