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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.