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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.