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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
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.