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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.