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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.