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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.