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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.