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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.