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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.