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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Can,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.