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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.