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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.