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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.