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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.