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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.