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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Monks,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.