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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.