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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.