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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sparks 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.