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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.