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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.