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 Mongolia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.