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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.