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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby 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 electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Scion,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.