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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Move,
a-ha,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.