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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.