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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Smog,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.