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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Franke,
Can,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.