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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.