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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.