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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.