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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.