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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.