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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.