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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.