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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.