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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.