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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.