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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
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.