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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.