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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.