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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.