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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.