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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.