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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.