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 Spain 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.