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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.