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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.