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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.