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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.