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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.