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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.