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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.