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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
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.