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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.