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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.