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 Germany 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.