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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.