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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.