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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.