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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.