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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.