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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Associates,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.