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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Nico,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.