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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.