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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.