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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.