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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.