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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.