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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.