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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.