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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.