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 Greece and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Cymande,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.