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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.