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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Franke,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.