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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Crime,
the Slits,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.