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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Television,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.