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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
the Association,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.