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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Flipper,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.