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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.