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 India 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
the Association,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.