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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.