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 Palau 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.