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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.