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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.