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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.