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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.