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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.