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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.