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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Crime,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.