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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.