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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Slave,
Fear,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.