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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.