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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.