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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.