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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.