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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Section 25,
Swans,
DNA,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.