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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.