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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.