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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Cluster 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.