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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.