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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Make Up,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.