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 Barbados and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.