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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Darondo,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
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.