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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.