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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.