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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.