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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.