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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.