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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.