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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.