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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.