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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
the Association,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.