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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Index,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.