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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.