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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Japan,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.