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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.