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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.