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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.