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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Q65,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.