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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 B.T. Express 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.