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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.