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 Malta and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.