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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.