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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.