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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.