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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.