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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.