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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.