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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.