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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.