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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.