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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.