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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.