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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.