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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.