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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.