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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.