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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.