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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
cv313,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.