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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.