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 Copenhagen.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Skarface,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.