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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.