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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
DNA,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.