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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Cale to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Index,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.