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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.