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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.