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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.