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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.