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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.