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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.