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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.