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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.