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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.