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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.