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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.