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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.