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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Faust,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.