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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.