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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.