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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.