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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.