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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.