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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.