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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.