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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.