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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.