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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.