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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Cymande,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.