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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.