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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.