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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.