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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.