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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.