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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.