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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.