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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.