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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.