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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.