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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Index,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.