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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.