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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.