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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.