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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.