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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.