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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Main Source,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.