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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.