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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.