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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.