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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.