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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Busters,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.