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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.