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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Brick,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.