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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.