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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.