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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.