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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
the Swans,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.