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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.