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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.