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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.