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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.