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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.