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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Television,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Swans,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.