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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.