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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.