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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.