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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.