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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.