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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.