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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.