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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.