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 France and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.