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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.