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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.