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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Kas Product 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
UT,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.