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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Japan,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.