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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.