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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Can,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.