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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.