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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.