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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Monks to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.