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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Martian,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.