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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.