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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.