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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.