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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.