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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.