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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.