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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.