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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
MDC,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.