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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.