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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.