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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Swans,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.