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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
MDC,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.