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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.