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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.