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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.