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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.