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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 PIL to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.