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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.