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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.