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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.