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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.