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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.