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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.