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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 organ 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.