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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.