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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.