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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.