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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.