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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.