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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.