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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.