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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.