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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.