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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Wings,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.