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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Crime,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.