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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.