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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.