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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.