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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.