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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Television,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.