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 Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.