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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.