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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
the Swans,
MC5,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.