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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.