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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.