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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.