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 Israel and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.