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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lower 48 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.