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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.