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 Djibouti 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 1966 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 Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.