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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.