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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Chrome,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.