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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Franke,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.