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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.