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 Congo and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.