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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.