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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.