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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Franke,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.