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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.