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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Television,
Index,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.