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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.