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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Visage,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.