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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.