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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Index,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.