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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.