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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.