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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Names,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.