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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.