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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.