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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.