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 Papua New Guinea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.