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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Gong,
Wings,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.