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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.