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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.