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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
X-101,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.