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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.