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 Libya and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.