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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.