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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.