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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Lyres,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.