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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.