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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.