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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.