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 Suriname 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.