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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.