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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.