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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.