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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Wings,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.