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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.