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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.