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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.