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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Aswad,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.