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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.