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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.