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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Normal to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Slave,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.