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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.