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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.