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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.