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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.