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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.