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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.