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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 organ 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.