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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.