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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.