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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Television,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Doors,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.