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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
X-101,
DNA,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.