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 France and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.