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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.