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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.