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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.