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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.