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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.