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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.