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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.