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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.