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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.