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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.