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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.