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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.