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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.