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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.