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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Technova,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.