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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.