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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
UT,
X-102,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.