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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.