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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.