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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.