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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.