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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
AZ,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.