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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
DNA,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.