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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.