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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.