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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.