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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
MDC,
Wire,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.