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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.