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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Wire,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
UT,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.