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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.