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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.