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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.