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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.