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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.