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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.