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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.