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 Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Television,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.