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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.