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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.