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 Norway 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.