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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.