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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.