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 Albania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.