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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.