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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.