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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.