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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.