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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Martian,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.